Chapter 73 Chapter 73
AILSA’S POV
I wrapped my arms around him in a warm, tight hug. My body is soft yet form, pressing into his. Lucian leaned forward to kiss my cheek but I moved my head and our lips met. Lust had driven any sense from me and I pushed my body against his and forced my tongue in his mouth. I needed him.
“You should have sent for me”
Lucian breaks the hug, smiles into my eyes, and kisses me again. It's not a short kiss, but it's also not a passionate kind of a kiss. It's more of a kiss of connection. Of comfort and of promise.
Lucian wasn't slow and responded immediately. He held me close and returned my kisses fiercely. Working his hand down my back, he searched for the hem of my robe and got his hand onto her bare thighs. Quickly his hand explored up my warm thigh and he found my wet pussy open for him. Without breaking our kiss, he slipped his hand round to my front and up between my legs. Two of his fingers slipped easily into my pussy and I moaned as he found my engorged clit.
I stopped him before we could go further. I had planned out something different.
“I know you are tired. You probably need something to cool the stress” I whispered in his ear in a sultry manner. He looked at me with dark eyes.
I led him to the bathroom, shedding his pants along the way, leaving a trail of clothes across the bedroom floor. By the time we reached the tub, he was naked, his cock standing thick and flushed against his stomach, already wet at the tip.
I turned on the faucet, steam rising, then turned to face him. His eyes went immediately to my breasts again, watching them move as I breathed, watching them sway as I stepped closer.
"You really can't stop looking" I said amused.
"I really can't" Lucian didn't sound sorry.
"Do you have any idea what you look like?" His voice was thick with desire.
"I have some idea" I stepped into him, my breasts pressing against his chest, soft flesh yielding against firm muscle. I felt his cock jump against my belly.
"But feel free to tell me"
"You look like everything I've ever wanted" His hands came up to cup my breasts again, almost involuntarily.
"Like a fantasy I didn't know I was allowed to have"
I kissed him, slow and deep, then pulled back.
"Get in the tub"
He obeyed, sinking into the steaming water, and I followed straddling him, my breasts floating slightly in the water between them, heavy and buoyant all at once. Lucian's hands found them immediately, lifting them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing my nipples beneath the surface.
"You're obsessed" I teased him.
"Completely" He wasn't joking. "Is that a problem?"
"It's the opposite of a problem"
I reached down between us and found his cock underwater, and stroked him slowly. Lucian groaned, his head tipping back against the tub's edge. His hips rolled up, seeking more friction.
"I want to taste you" I said.
I rose up on my knees, water streaming off my body, and repositioned myself turning so I could lean forward, my breasts dragging across his thighs as I lowered my mouth to his cock.
Lucian swore when my lips closed around him.
I took my time long, slow strokes of my tongue, savoring the taste of him. Clean skin and salt and the slick of his arousal. I sucked the head and swirled my tongue around it, then took him deeper, feeling him pulse against my tongue.
"Fuck....Ailsa...."
I let my breasts press against his thighs, soft and heavy, knowing he could feel them even as I sucked him. His hand found the back of my head, not pushing, just holding. His other hand reached down to cup one breast where it hung, squeezing reflexively.
Even now, I thought. Even with my mouth on his cock, he couldn't leave my breasts alone.
I pulled back before he could get too close, kissing the tip of his cock, then straightening up. Water sloshed around us.
"I want you inside me" I said.
Lucian's hands went to my hips, helping me position myself. I felt his cock nudge against my entrance thick, blunt, hot even in the warm water.
"Wait" he said, voice strained. "I want..."
He guided me higher, so my breasts hung above his face, heavy and swaying. He lifted his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hands cupped and squeezed. I gasped, bracing myself on the tub's edge, letting him worship them.
"You taste incredible" he muttered against my breast.
"You feel incredible. I could die here."
"Don't die yet" I breathed.
"You haven't fucked me" I lowered myself onto him.
The stretch was exquisite, slow and deliberate, her body opening around him inch by inch. I felt everything, the thickness of him filling me, the way my inner walls clenched and released, the ache of being truly, completely full. When I'd taken all of him, I sat still for a moment, just feeling.
Lucian's face was a study in overwhelmed pleasure. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, unable to settle, wanting to touch everything at once. I began to move.
Slow at first, rocking my hips, feeling him slide almost out and then deep again. The water rippled around us, warm currents against my skin. Lucian thrust up to meet me, and the angle made my gasp.
"Yes...like that...." I moaned.
We found a rhythm together, faster now, harder. My breasts bounced with each movement, heavy and hypnotic, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. His hands came up to hold them, to squeeze them together, to feel them move against his palms.
"God, you're gorgeous" he groaned. "Fucking gorgeous..."
I rode him harder, chasing the pleasure building in my core. His cock hit deep with every thrust, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter, tighter...
"Touch my clit" I gasped. "Make me come.."
His hand slid between us underwater, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in quick circles. The added sensation tipped me over the edge almost immediately.
The orgasm crashed through me, sudden and fierce, my pussy clenching hard around his cock in rhythmic spasms. I cried out, grabbing the edge of the tub for balance, my whole body shaking. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me and Lucian kept thrusting, kept touching, kept watching my breasts shake with each pulse of my release.
"Fuck" I gasped. "Fuck, fuck, don't stop..."
He didn't stop. He thrust up into me through my orgasm, extending it, intensifying it, until I was boneless and gasping above him. Only then did he grab my hips and fuck up into my hard, urgent, chasing his own release.
"Ailsa..." His voice broke. "I'm going to..."
"Yes" I breathed. "Come inside me"
He thrust deep and froze, a rough groan tearing from his chest. I felt his cock pulse, I felt the heat of him filling me and clenched around him to draw out every last throb. We stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard, tangled together in the steaming water.
Then I laughed, soft and satisfied.
Lucian laid me back on the white sheets and spent what felt like an eternity with my breasts. Kissing them, licking them, burying his face between them and groaning with pleasure. He pushed them together and mouthed at the soft inner curves. He sucked my nipples until they were swollen and aching, until I was squirming and begging him for more.
"You're torturing me" I gasped.
"You love it" he murmured.
I did. Goddess help me, I really did.
When he finally moved lower kissing down my belly, spreading her thighs, I was so wet and so desperate that the first stroke of his tongue made me cry out. He ate me with the same focused intensity he'd brought to my breasts, learning what made me gasp, what made me moan, what made me grab his hair and grind against his face.
He brought me to the edge twice before letting me fall, and when I finally came on his tongue, it was with a scream that I hoped everyone couldn't hear.
Then he slid up my body and pushed inside me again, slowly this time, savoring, his eyes locked on mine. He thrust deep and held himself there, buried to the hilt, and reached down to cup my breast.
This orgasm built slowly, a tide rather than a wave. i wrapped my legs around him and let it rise, let him fuck me with long, deep strokes while his hands roamed my body and kept returning to my breasts. When I finally came, it rolled through me in gentle pulses that seemed to last forever.
Lucian followed moments later, groaning my name into my neck, and collapsed beside me on the ruined sheets. We breathed heavily, trying to catch our breath.
“The best stress reliever”